Once, worn around her neck
Too boring, waste of a soul she said
She fucking hates me
I was with her everywhere
Out of style quickly
The emptiness I see when she lowers the sky
Always upsets me
What’s wrong now she says while rolling her eyes
Whatever she says then laughs turning up the radio.
Always something wrong
What did I do now
What complaints will scrub my skin off
She gets upset at worldwide or national problems
Speechless at ours
Her limits are official whereas mine go too far
Out of style quickly.